This is the tulip Nancy gifted me.
Usually, I'm prompt to write in my children's journal based on something they've done or said, but this time, a photo of my baby girl was the source of inspiration.In the photograph, she is about three years old. Her hand is under her chin, she is staring directly into the camera and her hair is…
I fell in love with my hair in the tenth grade.
Juliette, a young single mother who rented a room in our basement, washed and set my hair with small rods. When she removed the rods, my hair stuck to my scalp like sixty-five tiny black caterpillars. I hated it.For days, I brushed and pulled my…
Siri, Play
Lauren Hill
"Can't take my eyes off of you"The beat drops
he bops his head and
I watch him with adoration.
Music has a way of loosening him
and vicariously seducing me -
We have a silent conversation with our glances
and our children chuckle in the back seat
Long drives-
Winter sun -
Our truck is a moving vacation
and
music is our soundtrack.Play On,Kadine…
Recently, I was standing in my bathroom, looking at my face in the mirror. Pulling myself over the sink, I peered into the mirror and noticed tiny black hairs (one's teenage boys would be proud of) darkening my upper lip.
I called my sister, and before she could say hello, I blurted out, "What do you…
There is a space in our home
where we all gather, and in our home, we gather at our table.We gather at our table
to drink Coffee
to sip tea
to debate and create
and channel Dear Abby.
We gather at our table to quench our thirst.We gather at our table
to spotlight our highs and lows
and to share our joys and…